Tonight is my first night home alone with all three kids! Brady is off with a few guys, building a deck. I had plans to take the kids out to do something fun tomorrow, like go to the zoo or a playground or something along those lines. However, the weather this evening has changed those feelings.

I had no idea we were in for such a “treat.” While I love a good storm, we haven’t had one in a while, and I’m finding myself uneasy and wishing Brady were here. I know, its silly. But its true!

Jerilee came over for the evening, which helped a lot. She was super understanding of all of my crazy kids, and my crazy self. Our evening started with us eating supper out on the deck in the sun, and ended with she and I sitting downstairs, hearing doors closing by themselves upstairs. We both booted upstairs with our phones in hand, ready for anything, and were pleasantly surprised to find open windows in our room messing with the doors. That shook me up a lot for some reason, even though I knew it was just the wind. As a kid, I had an incredibly vivid imagination, and always figured I was in some kind of danger. Pregnancy dreams always made it even worse. I just killed a moth on my screen, as a side note. Anyway, NOW in this stage of my life, I can’t even watch an episode of CSI, Law and Order, or anything like that. Its just not worth it, and it works me up. And now this. So uneasy.

I’m nervous enough to make me feel physically cold, so I’m hoping that being all cuddled up in my squishy bed will send me right to sleep. For those who pray and feel inclined to do so, feel free! I’d love to sleep relatively well tonight, since I’ll be on my own for night feedings, without the usual help of the strapping young man who tends to sleep next to me.

Its going to be fine. Two minutes til its tomorrow…